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It had been a few days since Spider had been captured, the lab scientists doing everything they could to get information from him on the Sully’s wherabouts. However, Spider was very loyal and stubborn, and wouldn’t budge- which Miles Quaritch very much admired about the boy.
Today though, Quaritch had decided they’d gone too far, stopping the spinning machine the poor teen boy was strapped to. He’d made them fix him up and to clean the blood dripping from his nose. Afterwards, Quaritch let them know he’d deal with the rest and kicked the scientist out- the general too.
Quaritch had started performing check-ups on the boy, making sure he hadn’t become sick or hurt. His actions remained unnoticed by spider, who had still been very on edge and guarded around him, which the older man understood very well.
He’d walked into the interrogation room, looking through the one way mirror. Quaritch wanted to see the boy’s mood before going in, and he’d noticed Spider looking fidgety and nervous as he sat on the table. The boy had then gotten up and sat down in the corner instead, seemingly trying to hide himself. This peaks the older man’s attention, ‘What is he doing.’ The older man though- crossing his arms as he watched the boy.
Spider in the interrogation room, was a mess. He was nervous and just needed some relief after today- It was so fucking stressful being strapped to the interrogation machine. So he’d acted out, walking around nervously and hitting the walls. Normally, when he did something odd like this , they’d talk to the boy over the intercom.He made sure to do it this time to see if anyone had been watching him.
After five minutes of waiting and getting no response, he'd leaned back against the wall, taking in a deep breath. Spider was nervous- but needed to remain calm... It wouldn’t be good if they caught him like this.
The Navi had done things differently… very open and clear about sexual things. Masturbation being one of them- a nice and easy way to relax. Spider had watched the Sully’s do it before, and they had done the same with him… or on their own. Either way- it had become his main way to relax and relieve stress.
Nothing else was helping so he’d decided to take the risk. Honestly he hadn’t cared too much.. It was their fault for keeping him In here. So Spider began to loosen his loincloth, easily slipping his hand underneath it and stroking his cock. Sighing in relief at the pleasure his own hand gave him, ‘feels really good.. Fuck'.
Quaritch on the other side of the mirror… Could still see the boy even when he picked a difficult spot to view from. His eyes widened in shock when Spider had started touching himself. He tenses up, looking around the room, making sure he’d been the only one there. He sighed and goes to leave, that’s when he sees the boy hips buckle.
He stops - he thought it was cute, seeing how desperate he got so fast. Quaritch chuckles, but stops, realizing he really should leave… Thing is, he couldn’t take his eyes off the boy. His chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his hand moving faster, thighs twitching. It was a beautiful sight. He could feel his own dick twitch at it.
He’d groaned once he saw spider spread his legs open, moving his other hand to his hole… ‘Is he?, No... He is, fuck!’ Quaritch mentally cursed as spider started to finger himself while he stroked his dick. The older man took a deep breath and started undoing his belt, quickly pushing his pants below his hips.
Once his cock slipped free, he spat in his hand and began touching himself. Following the same pace Spider was, while the teen fingered his hole. He knows he shouldn’t, that’s his kid, but good god he did not care.
He lets out low grunts, never taking his eyes off the boy… He could see Spider saying something, but couldn’t hear because the damn two way mirror had been sound proofed.
Spider threw his head back as he touched himself - his pace was quick and fast, he’d just needed to cum, but he never liked to do it by just touching his dick, he had to finger himself. His breathing became heavier and his thrusts quicker, nothing but moans and whimpers leaving his mouth. His mind had started becoming fuzzy…
So close he was getting already, his mind wandering into a different place… All he could do was imagine Quaritch, that he’s the one fingering him.. Spider didn’t want to admit it to himself but he found him so attractive, and how sweet he’d been treating him. It made him want to kiss and ride the man till no tomorrow. Of course he had to keep his guard up, he wouldn’t say anything just because he wanted the older man, in a not so Innocent way…
He started to moan out his name.. Thrusting his fingers deeper until he hit his sweet spot. He closed his eyes, hitting the spot inside him harder. “Quaritch! Please- please!” He gasped out as his body shakes while he cums, thighs trembling, arms tensed, and breath ragged.
Once he had relaxed from his post orgasm haze, Spider sits up, blushing profusely. Did he really just imagine... an older man… someone he was related to… as he masturbated? He wipes the sticky mess away. He’s definitely ignoring the older man from now on,this was so embarrassing.
Quaritch on the other hand, watched him as he got more and more desperate… he stroked himself faster, squeezing himself a little bit harder. This scene in front of him was amazing, he wished he could hear it too, wished he knew who he was thinking about. When he saw spider cum, he did too, a low growl of his son’s name leaving his mouth.
Soon after, Quaritch wasted no time pulling his pants back up and walking out to the door that led to Spider. He walked in to the room seeing the boy trying to clean up, “Had fun baby boy?” He’d smirked as he walked over to him and then knelt down.
Spider had flinched when he heard Quaritch’s voice, his body completely froze. Oh great mother- he knows- he SAW- Spider curls into himself when he kneeled beside him, scared and embarrassed. “I- I’m sorry-“ tears forming in his eyes.
Quaritch cupped his cheek and rubbed his tears away, “Shush, you’re so naughty for doing that… did you hope someone would see you boy? Tell me.” He spoke with authority, Spider just shook his head, he wanted to lean into the older man's touch but stopped himself. Now is not the time for these thoughts.
“Okay… tell me who were you thinking about at least…” Spider tensed up at that… So he didn’t hear him.. thank Eywa. He’d closed his eyes and shook his head, “N-no one.” he whispered. This made Miles tsk, griping the boy’s thighs with his other hand. “No, don’t lie… I could tell you were moaning out for someone. Now again… tell me.” he said with a dominant voice, low and raspy.
Spider shudders at the touch and sound of his voice…He had enjoyed it so much, so perfect… This situation was already, all kinds of fucked up. . Seeing the man’s hard on, he knows the other enjoyed this, just as much as he did. Fuck it… Why not go with it?
“You… I was thinking about you…” He spoke softly, looking up at him with doe eyes. He saw the man’s face go from shock - to a mischievous smirk in less than a second. “Good boy… That wasn’t so hard now was it.”
He began planting kisses on Spider's face, as he fixed his arms around him, lifting the boy up into his arms. “Now… I need you to answer honestly, cause’ I’m not gonna force you baby boy.” He softly nipped at Spider's neck, making him moan. “Can I touch you? Feel up your pretty little body..Put my fingers inside you… Make you a little mess just for me...”
Spider had wrapped his arms around his neck as he was held, growing hard again at his words and the nips on his skin. He’ll probably regret this in the future… but he wanted it, and he just couldn’t say no. “Fuck… yes, please.” He’d guided Quaritch’s head back up with his hand and kissed him, just as he imagined when he’d jerked off. Happily humming against it when the older kissed the teen back.
“Oh… You’re so needy and adorable… Good. Just how I like em’.” He fixes Spider on one arm, holding his legs as the boy held onto his neck. “Let’s go somewhere a bit more private shall we...” He said amused, as he opened the door. Spider had kept quiet - clinging onto the older man. Lightly squirming in his arms, he was excited for what was to come.